[He's been in a grand total of one snowstorm during his lifetime and that was at his grandparents house in jersey wherein they had - running water and a more active police presence. It's less the heat and more the desire for something to do - to keep his hands busy and less focused on the mess that he'd left behind because at any moment his worry about Ricky and Miranda would start up -
And he'd go hunting for a drink. Five years on the wagon I'm qualified to indulge once right? I mean just once? Especially in special circumstances?
He'd found a cup of noodles and was sipping it, anxiously in the communal space he'd managed to share with other castaways.]
...So anybody wanna play 20 questions?
I'll go first. [He coughed into his hand] ...Someone ask a question.
B
[How odd it is, to take advantage of the little things in life. Your sense of self, your sense of who you are, your sense of connection to other beings. That's what got Victor into this, diving in front of that accident, making the sacrifice play. Trying to prove he was a good guy. Stupidly thinking that maybe if he died here...
He'd wake up in his bed and everything would be like it should have been.
No. Instead he wakes up on a cold flat sterile operating table and for the first time in his life he's aware of just how different he is. There's no point in pretending, there's no point. What did he die for if Miranda is still home and his son is nowhere to be seen?
There are other people. Other captives, other rescues, other runaways.]
Victor 'Vector' McPhee | "Carriers" | ' Original Character '
[He's been in a grand total of one snowstorm during his lifetime and that was at his grandparents house in jersey wherein they had - running water and a more active police presence. It's less the heat and more the desire for something to do - to keep his hands busy and less focused on the mess that he'd left behind because at any moment his worry about Ricky and Miranda would start up -
And he'd go hunting for a drink. Five years on the wagon I'm qualified to indulge once right? I mean just once? Especially in special circumstances?
He'd found a cup of noodles and was sipping it, anxiously in the communal space he'd managed to share with other castaways.]
...So anybody wanna play 20 questions?
I'll go first. [He coughed into his hand] ...Someone ask a question.
B
[How odd it is, to take advantage of the little things in life. Your sense of self, your sense of who you are, your sense of connection to other beings. That's what got Victor into this, diving in front of that accident, making the sacrifice play. Trying to prove he was a good guy. Stupidly thinking that maybe if he died here...
He'd wake up in his bed and everything would be like it should have been.
No. Instead he wakes up on a cold flat sterile operating table and for the first time in his life he's aware of just how different he is. There's no point in pretending, there's no point. What did he die for if Miranda is still home and his son is nowhere to be seen?
There are other people. Other captives, other rescues, other runaways.]
Don't touch me. What did you do with my clothes?